Hour of Need - Darkhaus

As the clock is melting next to me

I lose track of the time

No recollection of what I’ve done

It was an altered state of the mind

One hit, then we hit the floor

Two beating hearts collide

You know I don’t want any part of this

Of this murder made suicide

Now there’s no chance for god to save us We made our choices

In guilt we’ll harvest bad seeds

Dead voices sing hymns of worship

In the hour of need, we splatter the walls with the red we bleed

Scene 2, and «cut to chase»

I retrace the scene of the crime

Nothing happening on my watch and forever never on my dime

This city, it lies awake

No sleep for the wicked inside

It’s a rat race baby and the only choice is, embrace or epitomize

Now there’s no chance for god to save us We made our choices

In guilt we’ll harvest bad seeds

Dead voices sing hymns of worship

In the hour of need, we splatter the walls with the red we bleed